The Wall

There are no words on the wall It's painted anew Erasing all old stories With a dab of fresh color Though the past is there I can hardly read Words are still there Behind the new-found flash That paints away the phantoms From the book of yesterday No writing, come and see The wall is blank and free Bring your pen and write Something unwritten before A line of soulful depth Hiding a world beneath Something that would stay Withstanding the rough day And the stroke of a brush I hold the pen Between my fingers The wall is inviting New words arise in me Waiting to burst out And splash the clean wall Once again, as in past Let's go on and on Writing away